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chilhood anecdote When I was a young child and I was in the primary school, in one of the first years (I don't remember exactly whether it was in the second or third) we would do a little joke among classmates when we came back to our classroom from the break. Once almost all children were in the classroom they used to stand in the door and push it so as not to let go into the classroom to the children that were still outside. We did so everyday. That day I was one of the latest at arriving, so I had to play the role of the one who pull the door to come in while the rest of the children pull in the oposite way in order not to let me in. Suddenly they stopped pulling and moved, so the door was free and I broke into the room so fast since I had been pulling with all my forces. I couldn't control the impulse and I finished crashing with my head against the heater. My next memory it's me bleeding in the sink of the school's bathroom, and cleaning the wound that I had in my forehead. I also remember Mum coming into that bathroom, scared and hurried, as the teachers had called her up. However when she arrives I was ok, just bleeding a bit, but I wasn't crying anymore and the ache was disappearing.
Apr 23, 2015 3:50 PM
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chilhood anecdote

When I was a young child and I was in primary school, in one of the first years (I don't remember exactly whether it was in the second or third) we would do a little joke amongst classmates when we came back to our classroom after the break. Once almost all the children were in the classroom they used to stand in the door and push it so the children who were outside could not come in. This happened everyday.


One day I was one of the latest to arrive, so I had to play the role of the one who had to pull the door to come in while the rest of the children pulled in the oposite direction so I could not get in. Suddenly they stopped pulling and moved, so the door was free and I broke into the room so fast since I had been pulling with all my force. I couldn't control the impulse and I crashed my head on the heater.


My next memory is of me bleeding in the sink of the school's bathroom, and cleaning the wound that I had in my forehead. I also remember Mum coming into that bathroom, scared and hurried, because the teachers had called her. However, when she arrived I was ok, just bleeding a bit, but I wasn't crying anymore and the ache was disappearing.

April 25, 2015
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